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Sunday, January 26, 2020

Here's everything we have recorded to date. Please download and share.

Friends Followed By Actions. Recorded by John Henderson from At Our Age in the Wizard's Lair. He made us sound better than we actually are. Thanks to Matt Hodge, Diego, Jerry Jenkins, Jamie, Brent, Orlando, and Darell. Artwork by Lee.

Second Demo/Curse Words. Four songs that sound infinitely better than the first demo. Recorded slowly over a couple weeks in the fall of '09, again by Jason. Two more refined versions of old songs, and two new songs. 2 more songs were recorded, but one of them didn't turn out great, and the other one got scrapped altogether. This will be out on a self released cassette soon.

Tracks:1)Food Fights With Our Mouths Open2)Ducklings3)It's Like a Supermarket Under Here4)I Thought You Said King Arthur

First demo/Cuss Words. Recorded after being a band for 3 days or so in July. Super rough sounding, and we didn't know when to stop playing parts, since we barely knew how to play the songs. These songs were eventually put out on a split tape with La Cara Oculta. Recorded/mixed by Jason.

Tracks:1) This Morning I Put Orange Juice in My Cereal2) It's Like a Supermarket Under Here3) I Thought You Said King Arthur

Monday, September 6, 2010

Been meaning to post these forever. Thanks to everyone who sings along at shows.

Cuss Words

This Morning I Put Orange Juice in My Cereal

I built you a skylineout of bricks and paper planesbut you've got a way with worthand I've got an ocean to giveI built you a shorelineout of wood and plastic sand.but it washed awaywith all the sounds you made.

Curse Words

Food Fights With Our Mouths Open

Every time I see you, I see you naked.But I've never seen you naked,So whats the point of even thinking about you?You taught me how to use my feet.---Ducklings

I might not be around with the thick skin that I have now.I'm amazed. Its not who you are, its what you listen to.This is now a problem. This is not my problem.---It's Like a Supermarket Under Here

I was unconscious, for just a second.But in that instant, I watched your clothes come off.But you were wasted, and I was content.As I was drifting in and out of sleep.I was born at the base of your neck.---I Thought You Said King Arthur

Who said I "liked" it?I was born with it.Who said I liked you?I've been swimming in circles.This town is an ocean of opinions.---Random Acts of Grindness

I've been aroundI know transgressionbut I'm always wrong I wouldn't put it past meI made a face and it stuck that waynow you can find my eyes cause they're always on youI just can't handle more whiskey

Split w/ Senders

Let Off Some Steam

I stretch my lungs outto make room for your handsand you're picking bits of me from between your teethand I'm learning to live with itThis coast is filled with ghosts and I'd like to stayat least awake.I fit right in. I'd like to stay.I'm not sorry that you're so torn apart.But I've been thinking about you alone.and I'm okay.---Gnarly Davidson

To keep my composure,I'm counting teeth on my hands and feet.But my bones are old and my stomach burns.So I use my tongue to build monuments.I just can't get content. I'll never be.Tonight's not the first time I've thought about leaving.If I can't pull my weight I'll never get the fuck out of this place.I'm learning to handle my whiskey.I keep letting science get the best of me.I keep letting science in.

Friends Followed By Actions

Luke Moses Loves Stale Food

When the light bent, refracted on the concreteI saw illustrations of leg bones as palm treeswhen the moss moved, it made mapsbefore I got back.you've been singing in your sleep.why won't you sing for me?its times like theseI wish I could seeThrough your long sleeveblack and white smiths tee.---Jamie Garvey Hates Everyone

I'm spitting color in the pavementand its growing palettes of pastelsI slept for days, throwing up waysto carve a compass out of accountability.I just can't handle more whiskey---Kelly Hewitt Loves Waterworld

The cracks in the sidewalk are glowing dimand this liquid courage is running thin.I feel so smallunder the weight of the fallI'm just sorry I wasn't thereYou weren't readymy hands are heavyand my legs are lead